Is it right that we who are so small
accept to fall
when we ought to stand tall?
My heart – Lull…
The caresses of complacency
stroke me gently
its own currency
stimulating me to deceptive docility
I am given stale bread
for my stupid silence
you are fully dressed in holes and red
answering forever’s call in muteness
I should have stood for you
King of the exceptional few
but I am no hero: ten mouths call more to feed
so I lie with the crumbs, praising and mourning you.
(From BRING OUR CASKET HOME: Tales one shouldn’t tell)
(First published on EGC)
demydutts 